A rather tall and slender man was sleeping, sitting awkwardly on a red-and-black wooden throne with a very high back, resting his brown-haired head on one of its arms laying on the armrest. The pale man, dressed with a dark purple tunic, was struggling to sleep and was tossing and turning in an attempt to find a comfortable position, repeatedly risking to drop the pompous purple hat on his head. The brown-haired man woke up shortly afterwards and, with his brown eyes, saw before him a large room with black brick walls and floor with a large red carpet on the floor. The man was still confused from having just woken up, however he realised that something was wrong. 'Where... am i?' The man struggled to get up. He walked a little while observing his surroundings. The man slowly began to speculate what had happened to him. 'It's a nightmare...' The brown-haired boy pinched his right cheek, without using too much force, stopping it once he realized the ineffectiveness of the gesture. 'THIS IS NOT A NIGHTMARE!' The young man therefore panicked and ran towards the first entrance he spotted: An open large black wooden door. Passing through the door, the brown-haired man found himself in a long corridor also made of black brick and with a very long red carpet on the floor. The room was dimly lit by sporadic, dim magical torches and decorated with tasteless paintings and battered armours. The young man wandered for some time, gradually losing what little mental clarity he had left. His wandering suddenly ended when he saw a monstrous being in the distance, a kind of giant, bipedal, black-haired bull wearing light brown trousers with a leather belt and a bright red button t-shirt made of flannel with a darker square pattern on it. He also wore a giant axe on its back. 'OH MY GOD!' But as he noticed the bizarre entity, the latter also noticed the young man and started running joyfully towards him. "Your Maj-" His words, as well as his running, were stopped by the man's fainting, falling forward and becoming a purple stain on the carpet. Some time later. The man woke up on the same uncomfortable throne as before, but this time, opening his eyes, he noticed before him a beautiful indigo-haired girl with a fair complexion, who began to smile as she saw him regain consciousness. She was tall for a woman, she was slender and had well-developed but not excessively large breasts. Her features were gentle and her posture was elegant, which showed that the woman was easily approachable. "Who's this girl? What does she want?" Despite the girl being a more tolerable sight, the brown-haired man was not interested in being caught up by strangers, so he tried to escape again. Taking advantage of the distance between the woman and himself, the man tried to flee sideways, but between his non-existent athletic skills and his clumsiness the man was soon caught up by the girl, who immediately stopped him by grabbing him from behind by the collar of his robe. She only needed one hand to stop the young fugitive. The man, in response, began to yell and wriggle. "Let go of me! I don't want to be eaten by the monster!" The young woman shook her head in disappointment and, pointing a finger at the man's back, the girl cast a paralysing spell on him. "I didn't want to get to this, but you leave me no other choice." The young woman's voice was both seductive and kind, with a hint of mischievousness. Neutralising his escape, the young woman placed herself in front of the desperate man and tried to calm him down by smiling at him. Gently approaching him to look closer at him and vainly seeking direct contact between her magenta eyes and the man's brown ones. "I don't want to hurt you, your Majesty." The man gritted his teeth. "THEN WHY CAN'T I MOVE ANYMORE!" The woman sighed, trying to conceal a hint of annoyance, which was, however, shown by her slightly recoiling from him. "Because i wanted to talk to you, your Majesty, but his Majesty immediately tried to run away!" The girl still attempted to appease her new ruler, but the latter's attitude was making the young woman upset. Despite doing her best, she was unable to hide her growing annoyance at her interlocutor's lack of cooperation. The young woman's smile and her friendly face were replaced for a moment by an expression of frustration, but she immediately recomposed herself, at least as far as her appearance was concerned. It was evident from the tone of her voice that she no longer had the same composure as before. "Maybe it's better for you, your Majesyy, to calm down... Right?" "IF YOU WERE IN MY PLA-..." The paralyzed man's anger suddenly began to subside, but not the redness on his face. "You... Are kinda pretty, you know?" The man's eyes suddenly opened wide. 'WHAT?' The man did not understand the reason for this sudden change in his own behaviour. Meanwhile the woman smiled, first in a sinister and malevolent manner, before turning into a genuine, if somewhat seductive and mischievous one. Moreover, the tone of her voice was no longer full of disillusionment, but it now was a teasing one. "Thank you, your Majesty. However, this is not the right time for pleasantries." "I thought it was that kind of time..." The woman understood the sarcastic tone used by the man, ignoring it and trying again to hide her annoyance. She slowly approached the man again and gave him a flick on the nose. "His Majesty is a dummy." "OUCH!" Satisfied, the woman laughed, then she composed herself again and assumed a semblance of seriousness. "Still... you are our new ruler, your Majesty." Confusion befell on the young man. 'What?' "What?" The woman crossed her arms and her expression became very serious. "You have been chosen as our new ruler, your Majesty" "Again! And by whom have i been chosen, precisely?" The woman thought to herself, resting her index finger on her chin. "Honestly... I don't know, your Majesty..." The indigo-haired girl was slowly calming down, a task however made difficult by her interlocutor. "You are out of your mind!" "And you are powerless, your Majesty." The sudden coldness with which the young woman replied, accompanied by a glance so cold to be able of freezing a helium tank1, intimidated the interlocutor effectively. The young man was in fact now realising that railing against a stranger able of paralyzing him was not such a good idea, no matter how approachable and friendly she appeared to be. 'If i don't watch my reactions it will end up badly... Extremely bad...' At that moment a male voice began to speak from inside the woman's blue and cyan suit in an authoritative manner. "Hey, is it possible to come in and have a word with His Majesty?" The girl took a sort of walkie talkie from one of the pockets of her jacket. "It would be better not to. He is still very defensive and i had to use my powers to keep him calm enough to be able to communicate with him." A certain weariness popped up in the young woman's words. "Alright. Let me know when he's calmed down." The girl put the walkie talkie back in her pocket and looked closely at the man in front of her: a man around her age, less than a decimetre taller than her, slender, not ugly nor handsome, not very well-groomed nor too scruffy, without beard. She still expected some questions from him, but the latter remained silent, thinking by himself with a gloomy face. "The voice you heard, your Majesty, is that of the Regent. Obviously with his Majesty here among us his position is no longer apical in the hierarchy of the kingdom. However, i strongly advise you, your Majesty, to keep him around as your advisor. He is a good ruler and we are grateful to him. Besides... I doubt that you have the necessary expertise, your Majesty. Disposing of him, supposing it is even possible for you to dispose of him in the first place, would be a suicidal move, your Majesty." The ruler was completely immersed in funereal thoughts and ignored the speech that had just been uttered to him. 'I'm going to end up badly with this girl. If i get my manner wrong again this woman will kill me! I'M SURE OF IT! The gaze from earlier is a proof of that! What have i done wrong to deserve this! Why me? What have i done wrong? I HATE YOU, STUPID CHEAP UNIVERSE!' In his head there was also a succession of scenes in which the woman in front of him had a sadistic look on her face and enjoyed killing the man in very gory ways, often aided by the previously sighted bipedal bull. The brown haired boy was overwhelmed by the grim visions he imagined. Tears began to flow from his eyes and he began to scream. "I WANT TO GO HOME!" The young woman, upon seeing him in that state, completely changed her attitude; she was first surprised for a moment, after which her face became kinder. "Would you like a hug, your Majesty?" The brown-haired man could not tell whether her intentions were genuine or not. He remained silent, except for the sounds he made while crying. He gave an answer after a few seconds of silence. "...Yes..." The man was completely uncomfortable and full of embarrassment, the latter of which increased even more when the girl gently embraced him, wrapping one of her toned but slender arms around his neck and stroking his head with the other hand. The couple remained silent; the ruler's crying diminished gradually and rather quickly in its intensity. However, the man was still processing the recent series of events, as well as the disappearance of some strange thoughts that had recently started to flourish in his brain. "Tell me when it's enough for you, your Majesty." The indigo-haired girl's gentle tone calmed the man down. He decided to prolong the embrace for another ten seconds or so. When the embrace was over, the woman walked back from him by a couple of steps, giving him some space, then she picked up the walkie-talkie and proceeded to contact the Regent again. Before starting the communication, however, the girl lifted her paralyzing spell, making the man free to move again, yet he continued to remain still out of sheer inertia. "His Majesty is ready to receive you." After ending the communication, the woman saw the brown-haired man being still, as motionless as a statue, showing obvious signs of fatigue. She started laughing. "I have lifted the spell, your Majesty." "... Ah..." Through the door came a sharp-horned bovine monster. The same one that made the man faint with its towering presence alone. The ruler immediately recoiled due to the sheer amount of panic he proved, his face whitening. "IS THAT THING REALLY THE REGENT!?" The boy attempted to escape again, but was stopped by the girl, who immediately grabbed him again by the collar of his robe. In the meantime, the anthropomorphic bull had caught up with them. Giving up, the brown-haired man looked at the woman, who nodded in response to his previous question, not without holding back a smile. "Your Majesty, your 'arrival' is the event we have been waiting for." The bovine bowed in front of the young man, who did not like it much, displaying a mild mixture of disgust and discomfort. "Look, i don't know anything about whoever or whatever you were waiting for. But it's definitely not me!" The brown-haired man did not look his interlocutor in the eye, keeping an eye on him with his peripheral vision. In the meantime, the monster got up and analysed the man from head to toe, aided by an analyzing magic he had invoked. "Well... His Majesty doesn't seem that good to me... Who am i kidding! Right now His Majesty seems completely useless..." The bull was somewhat discouraged, and that alerted the man. "Honestly, i was expecting someone with a bit more strength to be Our Majesty than... This guy. However... There must be a reason if him has been summoned as His Majesty." The bull tried to pacify his new ruler, but in reality he was more trying to keep a slight sense of distress away from himself. It seemed to work though, as the man began to show signs of impatience towards the situation he found himself into. "A mistake made by the summoner... Whoever he is..." "It cannot be ruled out, your Majesty. Although it seems that it was your predecessor who planned a subsequent summoning through the demon lord's throne. And such predecessor is currently dead." "Ah... And why?" The man crossed his arms. Meanwhile the girl smirked. "From what i've heard, he was killed almost at the end of the last great war." The young man turned towards the girl. He had a frown on his face. "I meant why that guy planned another summoning ritual... And why i have been chosen, you moron!" "Oh... I assumed it right then..." The girl smirked giggled. Meanwhile the Regent cleared his own throat. "I don't know about that, usually a demon lord is summoned when it's necessary to carefully plan our people's future. The last time a demon lord was summoned, a bloody war broke out. The arrival of the demon lord is a glimmer of hope for our survival in hard times. Probably your predecessor, your Majesty, thought it was necessary to summon another demon lord in the future." The bull became slightly altered at the end of the speech as he saw his lord yawn, forgetting to put his hand in front of his mouth among other things. Meanwhile the girl grinned as she saw the anthropomorphic bovine's reaction. "To me a demon lord looks more like a sign of impending doom." The boy used a rather cold and condescending tone. The woman answered him using the same tone and also crossing her arms: "Well, his Majesty has a point." The bovine did not like this attitude. He tried to stimulate his superior a little. "Whatever the meaning of your coming, your Majesty, we place our trust in you to guide us toward a better future." In doing so, the Regent achieved the opposite result. The monarch gave him a condescending look, complete with pinched fingers. "You are putting your trust in the wrong person... Besides, why should i help you? I have no reason to do so." The Regent was taken aback by the young man's words. The girl, on the other hand, was not at all surprised and tried to coax the man. A grin formed on the woman's face. "You are here now, your Majesty. Antagonizing an entire nation because of your stubbornness, your Majesty, is not a good idea, especially when his Majesty is in a world of which he knows neither the natural laws, the geopolitics, the ecosystems, or anything else." The young man thought for a moment. 'This lady has a point... however, her manner gets a bit on my nerves...' "Alright... I will lend myself to be this demon lord. But all of you, as compensation, must analyze this stupid throne of yours and see if it is capable of sending me back to where i came from! Understood?" The young man was instinctively aggressive, even though he knew in his head that this was not the best way to speak in such a situation. "All right, Your Majesty, we will attempt to get any useful information about the throne and the spell. However, now it is time for you to visit the city we currently are: The cozy town of Pignacadente, and then we will talk about other matters such as the party for your descent in our world." The Regent smiled slightly trying to change the mood, but it did not work. In fact, his superior became even more emotional. "There is no need. My 'descent' is nothing for which you should celebrate!" "I have already told you, Your Majesty, that your coming-" "It is tantamount to a catastrophe! You should be panicked and furious. Not full of joy!" The argument amused the woman, who laughed heartily at the two bickering with each other. Nevertheless, she continued to observe and analyze the new ruler. Meanwhile the bull sighed, before deciding to compromise in an attempt to finally appease the monarch, hoping that it would not fail like the other times. "Alright, no celebrations, Your Majesty. However, after your visit to the city you will have to begin training to become stronger, as well as to begin lessons to improve your ruling skills, which i doubt you possess, Your Majesty." At that point, the governor turned towards the woman in an authoritative manner. "Violante, for his training i'll mostly rely on Volframio. Make sure you will tell Volframio everything and will help with mediating between them..." Violante puffed upon hearing this decision. 'Gee... I'd have much better things to do instead. Can't he just call him?' She knew, however, that it was something that had to be done, so she replied, trying to hide that she was not that interested. "Alright..." The ruler was again clearly annoyed, not wanting to be forced to do things he did not like. 'Damn it. I would very much like to avoid these tedious and tiring lessons. However i assume that this way it's possible for me to avoid being gutted and mangled by the first enemy i meet, which i will surely make before long, since i'm great at making enemies...' "Then let's go sightseeing, your Majesty. Violante, after you've assisted the captain of the guards, your duty is done, girl." The monster began to walk and pointed with one finger in the direction of his master, who followed him unwillingly. The girl was about to leave, without responding to the Regent's order, but stopped to listen to the conversation unfolding between the two. "Do i really have to?" "You'll live in this place, your Majesty, seeing it will be useful for you. Besides, don't you know your hometown's many places?" "No." The governor was dumbfounded to hear such an answer told in a serious manner. 'IS HE SERIOUS?' "But how can you not know your own hometown, your Majesty?" "Like the ancients did, i don't walk through nor around it. Anyway, i barely know my house..." At the end of the tour, the monarch-Regent duo was extremely tired and not at all in a good mood: the former was tense, the latter exhausted. The ruler also had a hard time walking. "MY FEET HURT!" "This is the fifth time you have announced it, Your Majesty." "At least your ears will suffer too." The bull, frustrated by his superior's whims, did a facepalm. "Feigning a little interest for our history and culture, at least out of respect for your subjects, no huh, your Majesty?" "'Sadly, i don't know how to put an act." The man's instinctive and polemical reaction made the governor sigh. "A good politician must know how to put an act when needed, your Majesty. This is also something that you will have to improve." "So... I'm supposed to lie to my subjects?" The lord looked at his subordinate with a mocking look, but the underling cut it short and did not let himself be provoked too much. "Go see Violante. I'm sure she will have come up with something to help prepare you for your future adventures, your Majesty." "More like misadventures... I don't want any adventure! Besides, i don't know where she has gone!" "Alright... follow me, your Majesty." As soon as the duo began to walk again, a detail flashed into the monarch's mind. He gritted his teeth instantly and began to swing his arms in the air rapidly. "YOU MORON! WHY DID YOU BRING ME BACK HERE IF WE ARE GOING TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY?!" His anger immediately turned to fear, however, as soon as his gaze fell on what the Regent's gaze looked like after the scolding: eyes wide open, mouth bent downwards, fangs clearly visible and deep breaths. "I understand your discomfort, however... There are different ways to say something, don't you think, your Majesty?" The monotone and slow tone in which he used his deep voice to answer his superior revealed a not too hidden anger. 'I have to learn to keep my mouth shut!' 'I would love to flatten him on the ground with my axe.' Some time later. The two minded their own business for the entire journey, not interacting with each other in the slightest, until went through a gate, over which there was a sign who told "Training Arenas", they arrived at a square, square-tiled platform in the outskirts of the city. The platform was surrounded by a high fence, and near it there were other similar structures. Violante was already there, welcoming them with a practiced smile. "What is this platform, a parking lot?" The man displayed all his dissatisfaction openly. "It's a small training arena, good for a novice like you, your Majesty. Now go over to Violante-" The Regent stopped talking suddenly. He slowly approached the girl, while the young man remained behind. "Violante, where's Volframio?" "He said he was busy today, so he can't help you. He also said that he would have preferred to have been noticed in advance." The bull snorted, irritated by the response. "He's always the same... Didn't you tell him it was an emergency?" "I told him. He however replied that you can always ask someone else for help unless is something that would endanger your very existence." The Regent scratched his chin. "To which you have replied that it wasn't something that endagered my life, right?" The girl nodded. The antropomorphic bull was displeased and irritated. "Why haven't you lied!? It would have solved everything!" "Then you could have called him by himself. I don't like to lie without a good reason. And this is not a good reason." The woman didn't flinched in the slightest. Meanwhile the Regent sighed, still frustrated. "Ok... Then... Then Violante will give you a zeroeth lesson about... The basics... I think you can do that, right?" The Regent left, waving his arm backwards, still bent. Meanwhile, Violante frowned, herself irritated by the bull's behaviour. 'Ingrateful.' As she looked at the man, who remained still, she returned in a somewhat good mood. "Your Majesty, step inside." The man reluctantly joined the woman. "Well... There has been a little... Mishap, so i'll be your instructor for today" She looked at the man in front of her, who nodded dismissively in response at her statement. "You know... I was thinking... Can i be informal with you, your Majesty?" The man crossed his arms. "Honestly i find 'your Majesty' and other similar addressing titles irritating, so that's fine." The girl genuinely smiled. "Since you are not in a favourable situation, i think it is crucial for you to know how to defend yourself, don't you think?" The man did not reply, his tense and annoyed expression did it for him. "That's why, for our lesson, we'll cover the basics. The first and most important rule: As i always say... the best battles are the ones you avoid to fight." The girl ran a hand through her hair, waving her hair in the air, giving herself far too much credit. The man noticed the blatant ostentation. "As in running away?" "When it's needed, yes. So i have decided to start by teaching you some basic magical control and a few useful escape spells, dear... Er..." The girl's confidence and pride in her own idea wiped the sarcastic smile off the ruler's face, leaving him confused. Only at the end did Violante's confidence falter a bit, having forgot that she did not know the name of the man. The man, meanwhile, did not reply, deciding the situation out just to be annoying. Only a rather fierce and annoyed look from the woman prompted him to speak to her. "What's the matter?" "May i know your name, dummy?" The man was hesitant but complied. His face reddened slightly. "... Agamennone." "So, Agamennone, i hope you understand how important it is to take these lessons seriously, since they can be useful to avoid you a premature death." Violante suddenly switched from using a normal tone of voice to a more lascivious and seductive one. She also analyzed him with some sort of magic through her eyes. "And if you show a good progress... I already know how to reward you..." The woman began to undo the first three buttons of her suit. Her face, however, showed blatant signs of embarrassment, which she poorly covered up by attempting to act like a seductress. 'This is embarassing... But if this this performance is able to make him more compliant, then... I think it's worth it... And i can always put up boundaries if they are needed...' The man watched the girl's actions with moderate interest, first observing the woman's chest. 'She doesn't seem to be wearing a bra...' Afterwards he looked at her face. 'Still... she's blatantly embarrassed! Why the heck does she do it then' Agamennone laughed haughtily, mocking her attempt. "May i ask what are you doing?" "Well... I'm trying to motivate you... I'm sure you'll want to experience the softness and roundness of a succubus' breasts sooner or later... As well as the sweet milk inside them..." Violante, using a very seductive tone and winking at Agamennone in a sensual manner, even bringing a finger in front of her lips, tried to seduce the man. Except that the woman's face showed a deep blush and Violante looked away from the man immediately after winking. Her expression also showed her internal turmoil. 'I want to disappear! Why i thought this could be a good idea! I'm ashamed of myself! I'm just teasing a random man by promising him to have his way with me just because he's my ruler! Bad, bad Violante! You're selling yourself! You probably thought you could make him uncomfortable and just playing it as harmless prank, right? You know nothing of him, you idiotic tease!' Agamennone, however, also reacted in the same way. 'I'll admit that this lady... is cute... And sensual... But this is too much! It's a behaviour you would find in a sexy story, but it's weird to find it in real life! Wait... She said succubus, didn't she?' A few seconds passed before the couple fully regained their composure. Agamennone was admiring the floor while Violante stroked her head while flashing a dumb smile. The man suddenly raised his head. "Tell me. Did you randomly throw out your proposals earlier, succubus?" The woman was slightly surprised by the question. "Of course not! We succubi know a spell that can recognize all the sexual tastes someone has." There was another small pause between the pair. Then Agamennone made his usual attempt at lashing out. "Well... If you knew my sexual tastes, you should know that i don't date the first girls i come by!" Violante fastened her uniform again with a certain grace. "I said sexual tastes, not behaviour. And since i cannot know a person's behaviour... Well... Attempting to seduce you was nevertheless a valid option." The young woman blushed again at the end of the speech, looking away from Agamennone. She recovered, however, shortly afterwards. "Not that i would have let you do anything to me... I'm not very promiscuous either... Just a bit of harmless teasing..." "Is that so? You seemed really eager, almost desperate to have sex..." The succubus snapped hearing his sarcastic remark. She went towards the guy and grabbed him by the collar of his robe. "Let's make things clear before you make another fatal mistake. I AM NOT desperate to have sex. What i have attempted to do is called 'seduction', and while i may not be too comfortable with it, impacting on the final result, i nonetheless attempted to seduce you with empty promises. I would have NEVER let you touch me, or someone else for the matter, just to keep someone in check. Do you understand?" The demon lord was effectively intimidated by her piercing gaze. He slowly nodded, with a dumb, hysterical smile on his face. 'WHY I DON'T EVEN LISTEN TO MYSELF!' Violante released the man, then she walked towards the middle of the small arena, signaling the man to follow her. Once the two were in the centre, she cleared her throat. "Getting serious again, let's start with magical control. A lot of concentration is needed to effectively control the magical energy. Try concentrating and form a magic ball in your hand." The girl showed the young man the palm of her hand, then, almost effortlessly, made a magical orb of darkness. During the training Violante tried to be a helpful and engaging teacher. Agamennone appreciated this, despite not showing it in the slightest, and indeed listened to her without complaint. However, after concentrating for about a minute, he became tired and gave up. "Rest for a while and then try again. I know it's not as easy as it seems." Agamennone did not reply, but shortly afterwards he tried again to concentrate in order to control magic. However, he failed again. Seeing that things were taking a long time, at the first useful opportunity, about 10 minutes after the start, the woman left to get some comics to read while the young man attempted to become a magician. Violante was in fact getting very bored, having already used up all the advice she could give him in that situation. The woman, however, always cast a glance at her ruler from time to time to check both for progress and that he didn't wear himself out, the latter being a rather common occurrence. This process went on for about a couple of hours without getting any results. At the end of the training session it was now dusk. Violante closed the comic book she was reading and picked up the others from the floor. "Listen... I assume you have nowhere to go..." "You don't say..." The woman stared menacingly at him, making him uncomfortable, only to return to her gentle self. "Then how about you come to my place?" The succubus smiled sweetly, but Agamennone looked at her rather puzzled. "My place is quite big. And mama can cook very well. You won't regret it..." The woman winked at the boy. Agamennone, however, felt uncomfortable. 'I'd rather not have to live mooching off a stranger, especially one of my opposite sex... Not that i'd mind that usually, but the idea of being indebted to her or another complete stranger is... Scary... But if the alternative is to be a beggar and living under a bridge...' Reluctantly, he agreed. "... All right..." "Then follow me. My home is not too far from here." The young woman, with a sweet smile and a cheerful expression on her face, began to leap towards her home. Agamennone followed her, walking slowly and stiffly. The duo headed for Violante's home, the woman leading the way while Agamennone remained rather far behind. Once they arrived at the house, a two-storey stone cottage with a large garden, Violante opened the door using her own keys. "Mama, i'm back. And i have brought company." The young woman entered the house while Agamennone stood outside standing like a road sign. "Welcome back my dear daughter, how did the pressing job they entrusted to you go?" 'It wasn't all sunshine and roses... On the contrary... It was a pretty pitiful sight..." Violante puffed and shook her head. Her mother smiled as she gently caressed her head. "I'm curious to know what job they have given you to make you dress like this..." "Well-" The girl's eyes opened wide. 'This is not a question one asks when you have a stranger in your house!' She immediately dashed outside while her mother smirked. 'It looks interesting...' As soon as she stepped out of the front door, the girl found the man standing in front of her, intent on admiring the red foliage of the myrobalan plum in the garden. She approached the man not so stealthily and once about half a metre from the guy, the succubus expressed all her disappointment. "What are you doing?" Agamennone continued to observe the myrobalan plum as if nothing had happened. Violante placed a hand on the boy's right shoulder in a vigorous manner. She was then baffled when she saw the man turn in the opposite direction. "I said, what are you doing?" Agamennone turned to his right and was confronted by two piercing magenta eyes and a rather stern face, which slightly intimidated him. "Y-you know when they knock you with a finger on one shoulder so that you turn around on the said side while the person doing it is on the opposite side?" "I know, but i wanted to know why you didn't go inside with me and instead you decided to admire this angiosperm." "I was waiting for someone to give me permission..." "What permission!? You don't need permission. I've already invited you! You just had to come in after me!" "I didn't know!" The magenta-eyed girl rolled her eyes. "Really? Then i'll make it official then. Enter by yourself or i'll kick you in!" Violante turned around and went back inside the house while huffing and puffing, gesturing to the man to follow her. As she returned, she noticed a white apron disappearing from behind the doorframe. As the man slowly returned, a beautiful woman with red hair, red eyes and a similar complexion to his daughter appeared in front of him, with horns pointed upwards just above her ears and a slim tail that swayed slowly at a regular pace, wearing an apron and green gloves slightly splashed with soap. Horns excluded she was slightly shorter than Violante, but including them then the shapely woman, whose chest was a bit bigger than her daughter's, was even taller than him. When Violante's mother saw the man, she immediately recognized who she had in front of her from his robe. The woman bowed before him. The man was perplexed and annoyed. "A new monarch!" 'What is she up to?' Agamennone began to stare at the redhead with contempt, in turn catching a glance from Violante, who was looking down on her own mother. "Anyway... let's say i have to act as the tutor of this alleged ruler. By the way, he has no place to stay so i invited him into our home. I hope you don't mind, mama..." The girl sighed. "... However... He is currently utterly worthless." Agamennone's mouth twitched slightly. "That may be true but it's not pleasant to hear it all the time!" The red-haired woman, meanwhile, stood up from bowing in front of the man. "I see... I'm sure he'll develop into a good lord." 'Suck-up' The voice used by the woman was blatantly flattering and obviously fake. Meanwhile Agamennone sat down on a couch in a rather rude manner and took control of the TV. Violante began to observe him and think about possible measures she could take in case he went out of line while the latter's mother resumed washing the dishes, but suddenly she turned towards the man. "What do you think of the task given to you, your Majesty?" Agamennone had started watching a documentary on metamorphic rocks that was broadcast by a small TV channel he found by chance. 'Better than nothing...' So he impulsively answered the question posed to him, despite not really having understood it. "That i have never wanted it... I only agreed to do it because your daughter told me that if i hadn't agreed i would have died." The girl's eyes opened wide 'Don't mis-' "VIOLANTE! How did you dare to say such things to our Lord!" Agamennone turned his head and found the red-haired woman scolding her daughter, waving her index finger threateningly, while her offspring puffed, crossed her arms, pouted and turned her head to the opposite side. "What do you have to say for yourself, darling?" "Mama... I just told him that given his circumstances accepting his fate was the safest and most logical choice." "I see... typical of my little sweetheart..." Then the redhead turned her head again towards the king. "'Still, at least i hoped that our new ruler would be sympathetic towards us. A ruler who hates his own people is a terrible news." The young man was once again annoyed by the woman's blatantly pandering tone of voice. He wheezed. "Don't misinterpret my actions! I have no reason to hate your people... or love them, for the matter... At least for now. But yours truly is completely unfit to lead you all. Then add to that the fact that every time someone like me appears, some sort of disaster happens..." Agamennone did not even turn his head to reply, using a rather disinterested tone. The woman continued with her conduct. "Ah... I see... Don't beat yourself up though, your Majesty. If you have been summoned, it means you are the right person to solve this supposed cataclysmic event." "Nah, the throne definitely got the wrong person. Anyway, i asked the giant bull to be returned where i came from as soon as possible." Violante glared at the man, who, noticing her out of the corner of his eye, flinched slightly. Pointing at him with her right hand and clenching her left one in a fist, she showed her annoyance and replied in a very cold manner: "The deal was that we would look for a way to get you back to where you came from, but NOT that we would get you back right away!" The girl's mother became upset again, putting her hands in her long hair. "Violante, do not disrespect the Demon Lord! Apologize to him for your your lack of manners!" "But..." "NO BUTS!" "She has my autorization to speak like that!" The young woman sighed. The older woman, on the other hand, blushed and smiled awkwardly after hearing his dismissive remarks. ''He... he... ha... Excuse me, your Majesty... I know my reaction may seem exaggerated to you, but disregarding hierarchies has always been a bad habit of my little one." The man rolled his eyes. 'They entrusted me, their lord and supposed saviour, to an anarchist... Excellent...' There was a few seconds of silence, interrupted only by Violante, who let out a laugh that she tried to suppress, attracting the curious glances of the other two. 'Entrusting the Demon Lord to an anarchist! The irony.' The redhead's gaze returned to the man. "Um... So, what would you like to have for dinner, my Lord?" Agamenone continued not to turn his head. "I haven't the faintest idea about what is edible." "Then trust me, i will make you a nice dinner, my Lord." The redhead smiled and winked in the direction of the unconcerned brown-haired man. A bit later. I inserted my house keys and opened the front door of my house. As soon as i entered, i immediately perceived the delicious aroma of meat that had filled the hall from the kitchen. I take off my jacket as usual, putting it on the coat rack and then enter the kitchen. "I am at ho-." I immediately notice a non-family member's presence, but before i can say anything, my beloved daughter and my sweet wife come up to me and start hugging me. "Papa!" "Welcome back dear, dinner is almost ready." I return the embrace, taking care not to poke my eyes out with my wife's horns, but out of the corner of my eye i watch the intruder, who seems to be looking at me without giving me any real attention. After a few seconds i break off the embrace and ask the most obvious of the questions. I point at my guest, a man dressed in purple. "Who is he?" I do not conceal my annoyance, underestimating how much the man in front of me could be as bold as brass. "The question is reciprocal." My eyelid twitches. 'How dare you, you uncouth, good for nothing, young man. You are as slim as a stick while i have well-developed muscles!' I flex my muscles to show him my superiority, but then my wife gets between us. "Calm down you two, dinner is ready. This is a long story and it's better to talk about it over dinner. And hubby... Stop acting like a clown." My usual place is occupied by the intruder, but i decide to show my superiority by not making a fuss and sitting somewhere else. My wife is the last to sit down, after serving everyone a plate of pasta with pesto. "So... What is the story behind this entity?" I get pinched on my bearded cheek from my wife. It doesn't hurts too much. "Dear submissive husband, since you are a human, are you familiar with the concept of the Demon King?" I nod. However, i cannot but be annoyed by the release of some private details, especially since my daughter is currently giggling, as is the visitor. At least my daughter is doing it elegantly. "Well... He is our new ruler." I take a good look at the guest and then i burst out laughing. "PFFFF! HIM? REALLY?" I get pinched again, but seeing how the young man has his eyes half closed and stopped grinning for a moment gave me a lot of satisfaction. Having finished laughing, i decide to confront the stranger. "Are you sure you are not having an affair with my daughter?" "Why should i have an affair with your daughter?" Suddenly i feel a shiver. They are not due to the man's confrontational attitude. "You dare disrespect our new ruler?!" My wife pinches me again. It hurts even less, but it's rather annoying. "Are you, by any chance, saying that my daughter is not worthy of being the object of an affair?" The man put his hand on his forehead. As i look around i lay my eyes on my daughter, who despite appearing to be focused on eating her plate of pasta, glares at me. Her cheeks are a bit red. "Then you're having an affair with my wife!" The slender man suddenly slams his fist on the table. "What are you saying! You know... I'm suddenly getting the urge to have flings with your daughter and your wife. Do you happen to have sisters? Nieces? is your mother still alive?" I feel satisfied seeing him lose his composure. However, i still get the chills. "Forgive him, the next time you meet him he will be tamed and trained properly, my Lord." And now i also feel a weight on my head. It is undoubtedly a pair of arms. I notice that my daughter is no longer at the table. "I understand that you want to protect me, but i would like to understand how are you not ashamed of what you are saying, papa. At the moment i am ashamed in your stead. You're behaving like a complete buffoon, papa." Her tone is cold and detached. In the meantime the so called monarch is looking at me, smiling wickedly. "However, Agamennone, my father's reactions, even if exaggerated, do have a solid ground. We succubi tend to get a lot of attention. Most of it are just remarks, some are good natured... While others... Not so much.... However it is not uncommon for things to go beyond that. Some of us are into it and take advantage of it, actually, while others are made uncomfortable. Either way, there is someone who can be hurt by such behaviours." As my daughter returns to her seat, i notice that the man is no longer smiling, but seems to be thinking about something. Later. Agamennone sat on the bed in a guest room, admiring the rather sober furnishings with some curiosity. His face remained impassive, at least until a now familiar figure appeared in his field of vision. It was Violante, who changed herself into a pajamas consisting of a tank top and shorts. The man observed her with a certain curiosity, but without losing control. The girl smiled in response. "If you want you can come to my room, at least we can play together..." Agamennone nodded. Violante then guided the young man towards her room where she took a deck of cards. "Listen... How about we play briscola... and the loser of each game will have to remove a piece of clothing... Whoever remains naked first loses the entire set of games..." The succubus' gaze became intense, almost hypnotic. She ran her index finger close to her lips as she stared straight at the man in front of her. Her face, however, was a bit red. The lord blushed and became panicked, immediately taking a defensive stance, but these emotions soon disappeared and were replaced by intense frustration. "Why are you being like this? Aren't you ashamed to strip naked in front of a stranger, miss 'i'm not promiscuous'?" The frustration also vanished swiftly. The young woman sighed. ''I was joking... But these reactions of yours are really cute, worthy enough for me to embarass myself a bit... Besides, what kind of succubus would i be if i wasn't a bit of a tease, huh?" Violante winked, while Agamennone rolled his eyes. "You should understand me... After all, you too seem to like to annoy others, don't you?" The girl smirked. "Touché." Agamennone was nonchalant about it. "So, shall we play?" Later. It was already midnight when Violante, yawning, decided to interrupt their playing session. "*Yawn*... I'm tired... If you want we can play again tomorrow... Still, i've won for today, 7-4 for me..." The girl got up from her bed, while the man sat on the bed, slowly taking a look around. "Do you need pajamas by any chance? if you want i can go into my parents' room and get you one." The man was hesitant, but he tried to hide it. "Won't it bother them?" "Obviously it won't, i'm their beloved daughter, am i not?" "... Are you sure?" "If you really don't want to bother them... Then..." The woman smiled in a provocative manner. "... I can lend you something..." The man was confused. "Huh?" The girl laughed mischievously. "You're not that much taller than me, i'm pretty sure i have some things that can fit you... Adequately." 'Is she serious?' "Are you serious?" Agamennone looked his own clothes. "D-don't worry... I will sleep wearing these..." The man grasped his own robe with one hand. The girl sighed, then looked at the man with a certain amount of irritation and apprehension, putting her hand on her waist. "Whatever... See you tomorrow then." Agamennone slowly stood up from the bed in order to leave, while the succubus got ready for going to sleep while smiling mischievously again. "Aren't you going to say me bye?" Agamennone, who was leaving, stopped walking. "Ah... yeah... Goodbye" As Agamennone was leaving, the woman monitored her guest's movements, and as soon as the man was exiting her room, she turned around, giving her back to the entrance, and whistled. As soon as the man turned towards her Violante swiftly removed her own tank top. Giggling, she began to twirl the garment with one hand, aware that her mass of long hair was covering most of her back and that the blush on her face was hidden too. "What the heck! Again?!" The girl smirked. "It's just a little innocent prank..." Agamennone looked at her with half-lidded eyes. "Really? I thought you said you weren't promiscuous..." The girl's smile suddenly faded, her head bowed slightly and her tank top stopped spinning. "I-it's just a prank... Just some harmless fun... There's a difference between teasing and being intimate, you know?" The man felt a bit sorry for the girl. "I know it, but you have no reasons to tease me like that, you know? We barely know each other... Do you tease any people you meet?" "Well... You're right... I don't tease anyone i meet... However... You know..." The girl suddenly perked up like a thirsty avocado plant when watered. "... Such kinds of behaviours are a sign that things go well and there's trust between both parties..." 'I can't really tell him that i just want him to trust me as soon as possible! And what's better that some friendliness for that?' She then cleared her throat. "So... Let's say that i... Want to trust you, you know? And i'm just behaving accordingly, showing a more... intimate part of me... In both senses. Even if... I may have gone a bit too far right now..." The man tilted his head, also putting his hand on his waist. He was rather apathethic. "... Alright... I want to reciprocate your trust and to believe you..." The woman put her tank top on, then she turned the same hand one hundred and eighty degrees and began to wave it, while smiling. "So... Good night, Agamennone." "... Good night" Agamennone left the room, while Violante entered her own bed, before removing her tank top again and readying herself to sleep while hugging the piece of clothing. The young man, however, instead of returning to his room he went downstairs, where he found a bookcase. There he cautiously picked up a random book: 'Mushrooms so good (&) to die for'. The boy looked at the book with disinterest. 'Better than nothing.' He sat down on the sofa, resting his back comfortably on the backrest, and he lit a magic lamp. He then began to read. Agamennone was still reading the book. He was abandoning himself to a yawn when he noticed a dim light approaching the entrance to the room. Passing by the entrance to the room was Violante's mother, dressed in a fine black, slightly see-through nightgown. The light was produced by a magical little flame on her index finger. The woman then disappeared, only to reappear shortly afterwards with a glass of water in her hand. But this time she decided to enter the room. "Excuse me for not bowing in front of you, my Lord, but i have a glass of water in my hand. Anyway, what are you still doing awake, my Lord?" "Is it a crime?" The man was very annoyed by the excessive reverence the woman showed him. He huffed, stopped reading the book and then he placed the book upside down on the sofa, cover facing upwards, and gave his attention to the woman, who had meanwhile taken a seat on another couch. "Of course not. But i think you may have plans tomorrow morning, your Majesty." "I'm not sleepy and i can't help it. They didn't ask when i would be available." "You have a point, your Majesty..." After a few seconds of thinking about what to do, a mischievous smile appeared on the woman's face. "What do you think of my beloved daughter, my Lord?" Agamennone noticed the smile. 'She wants me to go after her daughter, doesn't she? Classical stuff...' "Your daughter is... A female... Humanoid... With teeth..." Violante's mother smiled genuinely. "She's a good girl, but she doesn't hide the fact that she can be... 'persuasive' when needed, my Lord." 'Nailed it!' "It seems so." The genuine smile gradually turned into an increasingly lascivious expression as she licked her lips sensually, running her index finger close to her own lips. Her eyes were piercing. However Agamennone never made eye contact with his interlocutor. "I wasn't referring to that. Didn't you notice what a pretty face she has, her bright hair... her intense eyes... That soft neck to smooch, those ears to nibble on, those soft breasts to suck on until completely drained... Those elegant feet all to be licked..." Agamennone clenched his fists in anger and embarrassment. A frightening expression formed on his face. The woman was startled, opening her eyes wide and her mouth slightly. 'She's worse than her daughter!' "S-sorry... We succubi do that when we want to encourage two people to get together... Turning them on helps..." The ruler was confused, even as he suddenly calmed down. "So... You are not lusting over your own daughter?" The woman blinked in disbelief, then she giggled. "Why would you think... Oh... I understand why you would think that... Good one, my Lord." She awkwardly cleared her throat. "As i said, it's a simple succubi's custom." "Ah..." The woman pulled herself together. "The point, Your Grace... Is that... My daughter is still a virgin." Agamennone raised an eyebrow. 'Really?' "... So what?" "Among us succubi virginity is frowned upon. All demons usually do that, however, you have to understand that... We succubi have the ability to strengthen ourselves by absorbing the emotions of other people. The stronger the emotions, the more we strengthen ourselves. And when having sex, but also when fighting, when playing and in other such activities, strong emotions emerge. So succubi are often inclined to be belligerent, promiscuous, playful and generally hedonistic. My daughter, however, probably due to being a succubus-human hybrid, does not like to fight and, above all, is not promiscuous at all. She only wants to give herself to someone who loves her from the bottom of their heart. At least she likes to have fun nd likes to be a tease... But... This way she reduces the chances she has to strengthen herself in respect to other succubi, limiting the emotional sources from which to draw energy, my Lord." Agamennone paid attention to the entire speech, finding it strangely interesting. 'Emotional absorption, huh?' The woman closed her eyes and joined her hands together in a praying position. "Oh mighty lord... Your Valentina begs you... please... Copulate with my daughter." Agamennone remained composed at first, then he complained openly, swinging a fist in the air. 'SERIOUSLY!?' "SERIOUSLY!?" Valentina was astonished. Agamennone, meanwhile, sighed. "I won't have sex with your daughter! Also i don't think your 'submissive husband' would like the idea..." Valentina tried to pull herself together again. "Pardon my impudence, my Lord, but... Who could be better than you to be Violetta's first time?" Agamennone put his hand on his forehead. "I don't really know why, but just the thought of you wanting your daughter to have sex for the first time in her life with the man who has been your monarch for not even a day and that both of you barely know makes me feel quite uncomfortable." The woman nodded. "I understand, my Lord. I indeed understand that the request is uncommon..." "Besides. Wasn't her name Violante?" Valentina giggled. "Silly boy, Violetta is a pet name... Anyway... As i said i understand your reluctance and outrage to my request. It's easy to see that you're human despite being the ruler of us demons, and i know that humans have a different way of approaching certain topics. However, don't you think even for an instant that i want to harm my daughter when i act this way. I love her a lot, my Lord. Don't even try to think otherwise." Agamennone merely nodded, despite being a bit scared by her latest words. "Anyway, you have to get up early tomorrow, my Lord." The woman winked at the man before casting a soporific spell on him. "I've said th-" The young man suddenly fell asleep and dropped to his side on the sofa, smacking his face into the book. At that point the woman took the man in her arms and carried him back to the guest room.